Chapter 2b - The Sketch
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He asked, “Who is this girl?” “Her name is Florence, she is pretty, isn’t she?”
“She looks like a kind and very well-mannered girl. She looks harmless and friendly.”
“Not just that, she’s also a talented girl.”
“Really?” he said as his eyes were still on it. I felt left.
His eyes couldn’t look at me but at my sketch instead.
“Put it back,” I said. “Put it back.” And that’s when he looked at me again. He put back my sketch and lie down on the bed like a tired old man. There was a chair near the bed and I sat down. I tried not to look at him.
“Why would you come and lie down next to me. Are you tired?” he asked.
“No thanks, I hate laying down on a bed today,” I pretended.
“Then let me sleep here ‘cause I’m tired servicing you. Wake me up when it’s almost lunch time.”
I did not stay. I left the room without a word. I left Thomas lying on the bed like a tired old man, and I walked out of the house before the silence could swallow me.
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